Yvette
Yvette didn't like this. Not one bit.
"Stop it," she told herself. "You can't go on thinking about him like this."
She sighed. Oliver was driving her crazy. She couldn't deny that she liked him any more, and that was the problem.
She was not going to maintain even a friendship with anyone who chose a violent career that was just asking for trouble. She didn't want to deal with the pain of loosing them to a premature end.
Yvette was, effectively, a pacifist, although she did achknowldge that there was special cirumstances under which volience is nessecary. She did not, however, think that alien hunting and the hunting of aliens hunters, etc, quailfied as special circumstances.
Hence why the fact that she was falling for Oliver was really grinding her nerves.
"Maybe you should avoid him," she suggested to herself.
But even as the words left her mouth, she new she wouldn't be able to hold to that. After all, he wasn't an agent yet...
"Meh," she muttered in frustrated and tried to concentrate on her homework.